17 years

turns out. he’d told me 12. that’s why. i was 21 but i guess i probably looked 14 to him. after awhile, he told me his favorite part of the day was watching me get dressed in the mornings. guessing the night he accidentally ripped my dress off in the middle of the square made him feel awful. it’s okay – i was never really angry with you; and then there’s now – i just found out he passed a few years ago. guess i can continue [with the story] tomorrow.


About KatherinePopeWolcott

currently compiling thoughts/writings -- notebooks full, pulled apart and put back together and then something new, and here it all comes. two books being finished in the interim. Sometimes really frustrating. I remain with little interest in attempting to learn the "how to" parts of blogging because I'm technically inept, so multiple limitations are always present; just try not to think about... but other creations coming soon -- I think I am able to scan/pdf; what I am currently working on (paintings and photos and painted photos) once finished; or get someone else to do it for me.
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